I got to the middle school this morning and was told that I was teaching the first three classes of the day. That's cool by me; teaching is terrifying enough that it keeps me awake, which is what I needed this morning. The only downside is that the first period class is extra long in order to accommodate "homeroom", but that usually just entails the pledge of allegiance and listening to announcements over the PA.
Oh, but I was not so lucky today. I had almost finished my lesson plan when the band director remembered that I was supposed to hand out red ribbons during homeroom. These weren't just any red ribbons, these were "Win The Race For Life - Live Drug Free" red ribbons. And I had to talk to the kids about the dangers of drugs.
I did as I was told and talked about the dangers of doing drugs. I never actually said "don't do drugs," because I don't think I could say that with a straight face. But I told them that drugs are dangerous, with huge health, personal, and legal consequences. Obviously I tailored this message for 6th graders (1/5 of whom will use drugs before they graduate from middle school) but I'm sure they assumed I was telling them not to use drugs. But really I was telling them to not be stupid if they use drugs. At least that's what I tell myself so that I don't feel like a total hypocrite.
That was the low-light of the day. The highlight was the thunderstorm that required the cancellation of tonight's marching band show. The football game is still going on, but you don't want to be near a sousaphone in an electrical storm. So now I'm home early on a Friday night.
Anyone wanna puff some dank ganga?
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